over. I and Mareschal have made up our minds to die like men; it only remains to send you from hence under a safe escort."
"Great powers! and is there no remedy?"
"None, my child," answered Vere, gently, "unless one which you would not advise your father to adopt—to be the first to betray his friends."
"O, no! no!" she answered abhorrently yet hastily, as if to reject the temptation which the alternative presented to her. "But is there no other hope—through flight through mediation—through supplication?—I will bend my knee to Sir Frederick!"
"It would be fruitless degradation; he is determined on his course, and I am equally resolved to stand the hazard of my fate—on one condition only he will turn aside from his purpose, and that condition my lips shall never utter to you."
"Name it, I conjure you, my dear fa-
